What Astronauts Do in Their Spare Time
(A wee flash)
Selina Hamilton was a desperate woman. Her red hair clung blackly to her face. The Houston humidity had never agreed with her and the excitement of the fight added extra moisture.
She’d decided. This was the only way to choose between Connor McCallum and Bobbee Hamilton. They’d both scored equally until that point, and it was impossible to decide. Bobbee, her husband or Connor, her younger lover. But now as the elements kaleidoscoped and ricocheted around her she’d seen the truth in the whiteness of lightning. Neither of them loved her – they loved each other. The bastards!
Connor and Bobbee continued to grapple as if passionate lovers in foreplay or as if they were rolling around in NASA’s Neutral Buoyancy Facility. Selina gripped the slippery pistol with her taloned fingers and squeezed hard, like she was clenching a hated testicle. Bobbee and Connor swirled towards her. The shot cracked through a momentary hush in the storm. And what wonderful luck, Selina thought as the bullet passed through Bobbee’s throat and into the neck of Connor – simultaneous death.
Darkly amusing. Liked this.
Thank you!
Kim :^)
Blimey, I wouldn’t want be in freefall with her. She’s definitely one who would strand you on the dark side of the moon. Nice flash of dark humour, Kim.
Laughing – great comment and thank you for taking the time, dear Mick.
Kim x
Amazing that both husband and lover had such Scottish-sounding names. I wondered where they were doing their grappling as if passionate lovers in foreplay. Was it in space, on the International Space Station for example, or at home on the living room carpet? I think that matters. Guns in pressurised space vehicles would be a very bad idea. A high probability of three simultaneous deaths. Anyway if they loved each other (as well as the narrator) she had the basis for an idyllic family of three. Why didn’t they just start a commune in California like everybody else? No imagination,… Read more »
Amazing? re the names? Not really, if you think about it, and this all occurred (in the narrator’s head) not in space but in perhaps her sitting room (can’t remember now where I imagined it, but used poetic metaphor, if you get my drift?) I personally think 3 is a crowd, so no, that wouldn’t be idyllic for me (or the narrator?) and I think if you consult your history you’ll find the Scots have the best imaginations ever! The Scottish Enlightenment ring a bell? Anyway… just a wee fun ditty that was long-listed a few years ago for the… Read more »
Reminds me of the young astro-nut girl who wore adult diapers so she could drive non-stop from Florida to Texas in order to shoot her boyfriend for cheating on her. Whatever happened to psychological testing for these people who pilot billion dollar aircraft?
Always thought I would like to meet you – but I’m not so sure now 😉
gerry.
Young Gerry, you do realise that this is imagination and not fantasy, right? Haha
Thank you for taking the time with this.
Kim x
And ChairmanWow, that is why I love you! You solved the mystery, got to the crux of the kernel that fed this, and would you even believe that ‘those involved’ lived opposite us in Houston. Yes, truth is so often stranger than fiction. But the facts as reported were a bit rubbish, and the real truth would be much more favourable to the female astronaut. Mental health issues, etc. and possibly a lothario male astronaut – what, really? ;^)
Thank you for commenting.
Kim x
Add this to droubbles.com Kat. (200 words)
Is that a good thing? :^) x